Shit, ya sound like my mom...

[He couldn't mask the eye roll, scratching the back of his head. It's vintage... still old as hell, lady. Naoto was the better talker anyway, so it was no skin off his back if he leaves the puzzling to the detective.

Wait.]

Hold on- you were cleaning the dolls along, weren't ya, and knew they moved this whole damn time? Ya didn't let somebody know??